The innkeeper had already looked at him with suspicion when he had arrived with an unconscious Juliana in his arms. ‘Too much gin,’ Guy had shrugged. The innkeeper, a florid man with small, darting eyes in a fleshy face, had huffed in disapproval but made no comment. It was the daughter, however, who Guy came across first. She simpered at him prettily, her eyes boldly sweeping over him and finding him very much to her liking. Guy smiled politely, avoiding her eyes. ‘Is it possible to have some supper brought up? I know it’s very late.’ The girl batted her eyelashes. ‘Of course, sir. It may just be bread and broth, I’m afraid.’ ‘That will be fine, thank you.’ Guy tried not to sound impatient with the girl as she continued to look at him boldly. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?’ There was no mistaking the insinuation. ‘No,’ Guy was abrupt. He was used to the effect he had on women, but found such blatant attempts at seduction distasteful.
